Shortly after Isabelle was born, I decided to quit my job. It was around that time that I realized how much of my self-identity was wrapped up in my work. It took me awhile to get used to the idea of not having an answer to the always fun question, "What do you do?" or having to put a checkmark next to the "Homemaker" {#gag} option on mortgage applications. Over the years, I've learned how to deal with not working full-time all while still feeling like a contributing member of society.
However, I find myself feeling somewhat the same as I enter a new phase in my life. This is a very exciting phase, one that I never thought possible, but that doesn't take away the weird feeling of leaving a part of me behind.
Two months ago, I got my learners permit. Yes, at the ripe old age of nearly 33 years old, I will, in a few weeks, be eligible to become a licensed driver for the first time ever. I'll spare the details as to why I've never driven before because it's health related {#seizuressuck}, and it's not really relevant to this post.
Not being able to drive has been something that has defined me in so many ways. Driving has always been my greatest fear. It has restricted me beyond belief. It has been the source of much stress. But it has also allowed me to see the kindness and goodness in other people as I have had to rely heavily on friends and family for many, many years to get from point A to point B.
After consulting with my neurologist and having been seizure-free for 3 months, I decided it was time to conquer my fear and learn to drive. I don't think I could have ever done it without the inspiration of my two daughters. It was for them that I did this. Learning to drive meant I didn't have to worry about things I constantly worried about. Things that other people probably never thought twice about: How will I get my kids to school? What happens if they get sick or forget something and I need to get to their school quickly? What if they want to go to a friends house? How will I get them to dance or music lessons?
And the list goes on and on on.
Growing up, my mom drove me everywhere. I have no idea how we would've functioned as a family had my mom not been able to drive. I had nightmares {ok, not actual nightmares} of my children resenting me for not being able to take them places. I knew my not being able to drive would have a large impact on their lives, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be an embarrassment to them, but I especially didn't want to inhibit them in any way.
And so I'm learning to drive. And things are going well. Being able to get into a car and drive a few blocks to the grocery store is one of the greatest luxuries ever. Not having to worry about how I will get somewhere, anywhere is a feeling I can't describe. All the planning, the organizing, the inconveniencing is gone.
It's simply gone.
I honestly never thought this day would come. And I'll always be grateful to my Isabelle and LL for inspiring me to be strong and courageous.
After all, driving is easy.
{#neverthoughtidsaythat}